I wish for the cold winter nights
When I was a child,
Book in hand and wrapped in blanket
Dozing off in between,
Lulled by the coziness.
Cold icy winds, teeth chattering
As I blow warm breath into the air
And watch it melt into nothingness.
Oh icy winters at home
I miss you, each passing year.
I miss watching the wide fields at night
Engulfed in blankets of white fog
Screening the view beyond
And everything around.
Is there a ghost amidst the obscureness
Or the misty nightfall played
A scene of mystery
To scare me!
I miss my winter gloves,
The home knit sweaters and woollen socks;
Colourful muffler and a knitted cap
All around my head
Ruffling my hair.
Doubly protected in every lining of cloth,
The winter chill reminds me
Of the cheer of staying indoors
A blazing evening fire,
Water boiling in the kettle;
All things warm and comforting.
Shining light through the misty mornings,
Icy cold water to the touch;
Basking in the winter sun
After a very reluctant bath.
Memories and memories
Of fond winter holidays
When the atmosphere was much colder
And the fun of winter shivers
Cast a happy spell, amidst all.
